Gospel of Blood

“Yurst? Are you the leader of the Starfall Nez Clan that Master mentioned, the commander of the reinforcements to the North, along with Viscount Roman-Four?”

Upon hearing Yurst’s introduction, Sebastian felt a slight stir in his heart and asked calmly. His face instinctively showed a hint of vigilance.

Although he had known of Yurst’s arrival through his mental connection with Charlotte and the “oracle”, seeing him in person made Sebastian tense and inexplicably anxious.

A bloodborne…

The presence before him, exuding a similar contractor blood servant aura, was a genuine bloodborne!

And a Count, no less!

By the Gods!

Lady Nyx has begun reclaiming the Nez Clan. Could it be that she intends to reintegrate those who once betrayed her?

Sebastian suddenly felt a sense of instability in his position.

“To be more precise… it is under the call of the Progenitor and the oracle that I came to support Castell, our ally, as part of the Nez Clan.”

Yurst answered with a smile, emphasizing the words “oracle” and “Nez Clan.”

Clearly, this bloodborne felt Sebastian’s subtle, competitive wariness and was asserting his identity and status through his words…

Being able to receive an oracle is proof of being trusted by the God!

After speaking, Yurst looked at Sebastian, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened his eyes, his crimson pupils filled with interest.

“Sir Sebastian, you have a familiar aura, similar to Countess Castell, reassuring and reminiscent inducing…”

“It seems that, like the Countess, you are also one of those watched over by the Progenitor in this world.”

With that, Yurst smiled slightly, deliberately revealing the blood servant aura and emphasizing his bloodborne status, as if indirectly boasting.

It was as if to say: look, I too am under the Progenitor’s watch, and not only that, but I am also a bloodborne!

However, upon hearing Yurst’s words, Sebastian came to a realization, and his tense expression eased.

He does not know Master’s true identity; he doesn’t know that our master is Countess Castell!

Sebastian quickly came to this conclusion.

It was evident that, although Yurst had been “recruited” by the great being Sebastian followed, he had not fully achieved the same status as Sebastian!

Not knowing his master’s true identity was proof enough.

Even if… his identity was that of a bloodborne!

With this thought, Sebastian’s sense of urgency diminished considerably, and he looked at Yurst with a sense of pride and satisfaction typical of a senior.

Although there was still some anxiety about his position, it was far less than when he first discovered the shared blood servant aura.

“Sir Yurst, thank you for your support during the naval blockade.”

“May I ask… what is the Ancient Temple you mentioned? I don’t recall ever hearing such a name.”

“And if I’m not mistaken, you should be at the docks with Viscount Roman-Four tallying the Lagrisse family’s naval forces. Why are you here?”

Sebastian’s expression returned to normal, showing a practiced fake smile as he asked elegantly.

Noticing Sebastian’s subtle attitude shift, Yurst raised an eyebrow.

As a Blood Count who had lived for over a thousand years, he naturally sensed Sebastian’s shifting attitude, from wary to tense, then to a faint arrogance and condescension, akin to the haughtiness of elves.

Like those annoying Nez elven bloodborne!

“I followed the scent of the Blood Demon Cult. Those who delight in chaotic blood sacrifices emit a stench I can smell from afar.”

Yurst glanced at the bloodstains in the groove and said.

“As for the Ancient Temple…”

Yurst stepped forward, caressing the patterns on the old stone door, a look of reminiscence on his face.

He exhaled lightly, then smiled, explaining like an elder recounting the past.

“It’s normal you haven’t heard of it. After all, compared to us ancient bloodborne, you are quite young and have not experienced as much history…”

Sebastian: …

As an elf who had lived for centuries, it was the first time he had been called young by someone with an elder’s tone.

But then he remembered that these reclusive, coffin-loving, zombie-like beings had indeed lived far longer, making them ancient monsters he couldn’t argue with.

Noticing Sebastian’s expression, Yurst felt inexplicably pleased.

He stopped keeping Sebastian in suspense and explained.

“The Ancient Temple was a grand construction project by the Progenitor before she disappeared…”

“That was about two thousand years ago. The Progenitor built over thirty such temples, but most were destroyed in subsequent bloodborne civil wars.”

“I never expected one to remain here, apparently preserved underground, hence its intact condition.”

“The… temple built by the True Ancestor? It was her temple?”

Sebastian asked, his heart stirred.

But this time, Yurst shook his head.

“I don’t know…”

“In that distant era, the Progenitor never built temples for herself. These Ancient Temples built before her disappearance were anomalies…”

“No one knows why the Progenitor built these temples. The statues inside are vague and unidentifiable.”

“Some say the temples are contingency plans for her return, while others believe they were built for an elder to resurrect them…”

“But regardless of the theory, the only certainty is that the Progenitor left her power in each Ancient Temple.”

Finished speaking, Yurst looked at the stone door before him and sighed.

“The Blood Demon Cult must be targeting this place to steal the Progenitor’s power and help the Blood Demon Archduke descend into the world!”

“Possessing the True Ancestor’s power…”

Sebastian pondered.

But then he was struck by another thought.

“Wait… Does the True Ancestor have an elder too?”

“Why not?”

Yurst responded.

He explained.

“Before achieving divinity, the Progenitor was also a mortal. And as a mortal, she naturally had an elder.”